Requirements
Objective
Description
Sung to the tune of “Sipping Cider Through a Straw”
The other day, I saw a bear,
A big white bear, I had to stare.
He stared right back, and seem to grin,
His long white fangs, hung to his chin.
He move toward me, upon four paws,
And those four paws, held six-inch claws.
I couldn’t move, my feet were froze,
As I saw steam, shoot from his nose.
But I was safe, because I knew,
This polar bear, was at the Zoo!
